HEY BATMAN WHAT ARE YOUR PARENTS GETTING YOU FOR CHRIST-
Who: Bruce Wayne and YOU
What: It's an angsty, angsty day.
When: June 26th, 10:47 PM
Where: Random hallway
Warnings: (internal) annnnngst; angry, douchey Bruce
He always made it a point to go on this day. Some years he went more frequently- holidays, their birthdays, when something significant happened- but no matter what was happening, he went today. Once a year, every year, for the past 72 years.
And now it was gone.
Crime Alley didn't exist any more. And not the Derek Powers, 'tear-down-the-neighborhood-for-development' type of nonexistence. It was not there. He had known his planet exploded- or he was unable to get to his planet, anyway, and he was in no mood for conspiracy theories- but it really hit him today, when he couldn't--
He couldn't possibly know how to feel. He had broke his promise. There were other years- lots of them- when he hadn't worked hard enough, but this was different. He had caused so much harm so recently, as if he didn't care at all--
He had found flowers that at least looked the part, and he tried to figure out which direction was Earth, and he was so disappointed that this was the best he could do, lay a couple of weeds on a porthole facing empty space.
He placed the flowers against the glass and prepared to apologize, silently, for everything.
[action brackets or prose, whatever you want!]
What: It's an angsty, angsty day.
When: June 26th, 10:47 PM
Where: Random hallway
Warnings: (internal) annnnngst; angry, douchey Bruce
He always made it a point to go on this day. Some years he went more frequently- holidays, their birthdays, when something significant happened- but no matter what was happening, he went today. Once a year, every year, for the past 72 years.
And now it was gone.
Crime Alley didn't exist any more. And not the Derek Powers, 'tear-down-the-neighborhood-for-development' type of nonexistence. It was not there. He had known his planet exploded- or he was unable to get to his planet, anyway, and he was in no mood for conspiracy theories- but it really hit him today, when he couldn't--
He couldn't possibly know how to feel. He had broke his promise. There were other years- lots of them- when he hadn't worked hard enough, but this was different. He had caused so much harm so recently, as if he didn't care at all--
He had found flowers that at least looked the part, and he tried to figure out which direction was Earth, and he was so disappointed that this was the best he could do, lay a couple of weeds on a porthole facing empty space.
He placed the flowers against the glass and prepared to apologize, silently, for everything.
[action brackets or prose, whatever you want!]